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is.”
“Better than spit up,” she replied recalling the few babies she’d encountered growing up.
He shuddered. “Don’t remind me.”
The humor in his tone, laced with an obvious strong affection for his family, made her drop her eyes. She once again noticed his chest and the mess she made on it. “If you’re planning to work here for a bit, then maybe I could wash your shirt out for you?” She said it, not really thinking through what it meant.
“If you don’t mind, that would be great.”
Quicker than she made the offer, the shirt came flying off. Holding the bundled fabric out, Chris waited when she didn’t immediately grasp it. Um, she knew she should grab it and run, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t move at all actually, not with so much skin in front of her. And not just skin, but muscle. Corded arms led to the impossibly wide shoulders she’d admired before. His chest rippled with definition, from his pecs to his washboard abs. A dusting of hair on his upper torso led down to his navel, to a lean waist under which his jeans hung low, indecently so.
Swallowing hard, she forced her gaze up to his amused one. Cheeks burning at having gotten caught staring – and by a woman he thought married, no less – she grabbed his dirty shirt and practically ran away. But she couldn’t escape the low rumble of his chuckle, or the heat burning through her body.
Maybe having him so close wasn’t a good idea after all. Because now she didn’t have a single doubt. Either that wolf was her mate, or at twenty two, her body was going into a sudden sexual revolt and was ready to jump anyone not related to her. Given she’d not had an urge to kiss the pizza delivery guy the night before, or maul the gas attendant, it made the first option most likely.
And frightening. Not only was she in a fake marriage, hiding from a criminal who wanted her back, she’d sneezed chunks on her mate. Way to go.
I’m doomed to be single forever.
Or not. Chris didn’t seem all that perturbed she’d used him as a Kleenex. Good looking and with a sense of humor? She should end up so lucky. Given the seriousness of her life, a little laughter sounded awfully nice. Not to mention, he came with a built in family, one he appeared close to. What she wouldn’t give to belong somewhere again. To have babies to hold, and other women to talk to.
Dream or possibility? Of more importance, did he feel the same connection?
Dumping his shirt into the washer along with some soap, Jiao recalled the brief moment before the untimely sneeze. That one unforgettable second in time where he almost kissed her. Despite her inexperience, she’d watched enough movies to know they’d come close.
A frown creased her brow. He almost kissed a married woman. For some reason, it bothered her. It was one thing for her to plan to drop subtle – or not so subtle – hints at her availability, another for him to manhandle her and take liberties when, for all intents and purposes, she was taken. Just what kind of wolf is he? Did she truly want to get with a man who would do such a thing as seduce another man’s wife?
Much as it pained her to admit, perhaps Sheng was right. Maybe Chris was bad news. Perhaps he wasn’t her mate but a man whose physical appearance appealed to her.
Or…
Could Chris, like her, feel so drawn that it didn’t matter if she appeared taken? Did he know or sense they were mates? Was he unable to stop himself?
Jiao recalled her mother saying when a shifter met the ‘one’, all common sense, all reason went out the window. Need, a pure need to mark and claim, drove the fated pair.
In that case, could she hold his inability to keep himself at arm’s-length, as was proper, against him?
Look at her. Knowing the danger, and how her brother would freak, did she not do her best to ensure Sheng would hire Chris? Going so far as to shred one quote and bribe others to pretend unavailability. She did that, and would have done more to
“Better than spit up,” she replied recalling the few babies she’d encountered growing up.
He shuddered. “Don’t remind me.”
The humor in his tone, laced with an obvious strong affection for his family, made her drop her eyes. She once again noticed his chest and the mess she made on it. “If you’re planning to work here for a bit, then maybe I could wash your shirt out for you?” She said it, not really thinking through what it meant.
“If you don’t mind, that would be great.”
Quicker than she made the offer, the shirt came flying off. Holding the bundled fabric out, Chris waited when she didn’t immediately grasp it. Um, she knew she should grab it and run, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t move at all actually, not with so much skin in front of her. And not just skin, but muscle. Corded arms led to the impossibly wide shoulders she’d admired before. His chest rippled with definition, from his pecs to his washboard abs. A dusting of hair on his upper torso led down to his navel, to a lean waist under which his jeans hung low, indecently so.
Swallowing hard, she forced her gaze up to his amused one. Cheeks burning at having gotten caught staring – and by a woman he thought married, no less – she grabbed his dirty shirt and practically ran away. But she couldn’t escape the low rumble of his chuckle, or the heat burning through her body.
Maybe having him so close wasn’t a good idea after all. Because now she didn’t have a single doubt. Either that wolf was her mate, or at twenty two, her body was going into a sudden sexual revolt and was ready to jump anyone not related to her. Given she’d not had an urge to kiss the pizza delivery guy the night before, or maul the gas attendant, it made the first option most likely.
And frightening. Not only was she in a fake marriage, hiding from a criminal who wanted her back, she’d sneezed chunks on her mate. Way to go.
I’m doomed to be single forever.
Or not. Chris didn’t seem all that perturbed she’d used him as a Kleenex. Good looking and with a sense of humor? She should end up so lucky. Given the seriousness of her life, a little laughter sounded awfully nice. Not to mention, he came with a built in family, one he appeared close to. What she wouldn’t give to belong somewhere again. To have babies to hold, and other women to talk to.
Dream or possibility? Of more importance, did he feel the same connection?
Dumping his shirt into the washer along with some soap, Jiao recalled the brief moment before the untimely sneeze. That one unforgettable second in time where he almost kissed her. Despite her inexperience, she’d watched enough movies to know they’d come close.
A frown creased her brow. He almost kissed a married woman. For some reason, it bothered her. It was one thing for her to plan to drop subtle – or not so subtle – hints at her availability, another for him to manhandle her and take liberties when, for all intents and purposes, she was taken. Just what kind of wolf is he? Did she truly want to get with a man who would do such a thing as seduce another man’s wife?
Much as it pained her to admit, perhaps Sheng was right. Maybe Chris was bad news. Perhaps he wasn’t her mate but a man whose physical appearance appealed to her.
Or…
Could Chris, like her, feel so drawn that it didn’t matter if she appeared taken? Did he know or sense they were mates? Was he unable to stop himself?
Jiao recalled her mother saying when a shifter met the ‘one’, all common sense, all reason went out the window. Need, a pure need to mark and claim, drove the fated pair.
In that case, could she hold his inability to keep himself at arm’s-length, as was proper, against him?
Look at her. Knowing the danger, and how her brother would freak, did she not do her best to ensure Sheng would hire Chris? Going so far as to shred one quote and bribe others to pretend unavailability. She did that, and would have done more to
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